Chapter 77 – Mission (4)
Before the start of the mission, there was one fact that Cheonbi-gak could not find out.
It is understandable that a cargo ship that hid its route by blocking and manipulating the ship’s automatic identification number (AIS) came and went.
The problem is before that. It was about ‘how’ they built a huge pier and facilities on an island on the border of Gyeongsang-do and Jeolla-do.
Location was more of an issue than size. Near the border of Gyeongsang-do and Jeolla-do, there is a city that developed tremendously as a family settled down.
A family that migrated from Sichuan, China to Sichuan, Korea.
It was the Sichuan Party Gate.
The construction of such a large-scale facility must have caught the eye of Sacheondangmun, but how to avoid it remained an issue in Cheonbi-gak.
‘Was it like that in the first place?’
I seemed to know now. Sichuan Tang Gate knew that the facility was built here “In the first place.”
No, it’s not just the level of knowledge.
Seeing as the old Nokpo old man was quite friendly with Dokma, it was more likely that he cooperated at all.
The problem is.
The Sichuan Tang Monk I knew was a group incompatible with blood ties.
Because it was the blood bridge that destroyed the Sichuan Tang Gate.
I finished the thoughts that followed for a fleeting moment. For now, the priority was to resolve the situation.
“Protestantism.”
I made eye contact with the poison horse and let out a cold sigh.
Dokma’s expression contorted like a bloody slaughter. As expected, the calm appearance until now was just a mask.
“How dare you, the Demonic Cult’s dog dog, is this place…!”
“Where? It must be a place where ugly people do ugly things. Was the poison horse battle related to Tang Dynasty?”
“…What?”
Dogma’s eyes widened at my question.
“You think I don’t know you? Poison horse. Blood bridge Osado. Jeondaejeonju of Dokmajeon. What is the nokai of the Blood Bridge doing in the realm of the Righteous Sect? And also with Tang Mun’s blood relatives.”
“…That’s a dangerous guy.”
At once, the gaze changed. There was a subtle border in her eyes. Poison Demon carefully raised his energy. A smoky smell started wafting out of his nostrils.
Dokma’s martial arts level itself was not very high. Of course, it was relative to the end, and even if it wasn’t high, it had reached its peak.
In the first place, his true power lay in ‘self-defense’, using the poison accumulated in his body for decades rather than simple martial arts. It was not easy for even the masters of the Hwagyeong to deal with Dokma’s poison. In fact, if you include Dok-Gong, it would be correct to see it as the same level as Hwa-gyeong.
Generally.
“I will not kill you. We’ll have to find out what you know and how you figured it out.”
In a low voice, the poisonous horse pierced his brain. There was a source of his confidence. A closed place like this underground was the perfect place to maximize soloism.
However, there was one thing he didn’t know.
Blazing-
The image of a blazing fire dwelled inside.
The poison absorbed through the skin and breath could not overcome the enormous heat of the sun, and burned as it was.
Even though I was in the fog so thick that even my vision was blurry, I was calm as usual.
Like a half-tank, a film of subtle heat formed on the skin.
Moreover, it didn’t stop there, and the Heavenly Demon Spirit converted the miasma itself into internal energy.
The supernatural power of the Cheonma Shin Gong, which eats demons, the most dangerous ‘poison’ in the world, was applied to the poison attack as well.
Therefore.
Aside from the realm, I possessed an overwhelming advantage over poison horses. What I expected to be like that turned into a fierce certainty when I raised my stamina.
That was the reason why he chose to fight rather than retreat even though he was aware of the poisonous horse.
As I stood quietly, Dokma’s eyes flashed.
“Guy, you’re holding up better than I thought.”
“Is this the only result of taking the expeditionary source of these many children and creating poetry poison? Did you kill that many people just for this?”
That buck I said as I walked slowly toward the poison horse. I kept thinking of the pale face and withered corpse lying in the coffin earlier. If it weren’t for the trait that keeps your composure, it wouldn’t have been easy to endure the torrent of emotions.
“Stop talking like a hypocrite from the political faction on the subject of the Demonic Cult’s mischief. Do you know where we come from?”
“You know. A group of wastes who ran away from Protestantism. Isn’t that blood religion?”
“Keuhehe… Do you think the Protestant Church of today is any different from us? It is the same for anyone who is involved in Murim. Everyone will do anything to be strong. Is that wrong?”
It wasn’t worth listening to anymore. Every breath he exhaled as he spoke was disgusting. As if in response to the murderous intent, a spur of energy erupted from the dantian.
The opponent was on the same level as Pung Ji-hae, who risked his life.
I didn’t feel any tension at all. As I practiced, I gently drew a circle with my hand. Gungondaenai was not the only thing that could block tangible objects. Rather, the key was to deal with intangible energy.
The poison that the poison horse scattered inside gathered in the center of the gungondaenai.
“What kind of witchcraft are you using!”
Then, frightened, the poisonous horse rushed. Palms glistening green came toward my head. At the center of Geongon Daenai, the miasma condensed like beads was covered with the energy of the Cheonma Singong and shot at the poison horse. Dokma smiled and took the poison again and looked down, hurriedly teasing his hand.
The poison beads purified by the Heavenly Demon Spirit were more like pure internal bombs than simple ‘poison’. Of course, it was absolutely impossible to absorb it like that, thinking it was normal poison. Blocking the orb, the poisonous horse took dozens of steps back.
“…Geongondae age? You bastard, you were a disciple of Chen Wei-gang!”
The poisonous horse gritted its teeth. When I called Master’s name, I felt fierce hatred.
“The second disciple, Kim Moo-gong. Remember it well on your way to the underworld.”
“Khehehe… You’re lucky. I wonder what expression that cheeky thing will make, Chen Yugang, when the disciple dies.”
The mouth of the guy who was emitting mad light went up crookedly. His eyes glistened with a cool light. It seems that my words are already not reaching the back of your ear.
“Master is not someone like you to put on his lips.”
“Shut up!”
Thud! The guy kicked the floor and ran. It seemed that he had finally realized that the poison sprayed from a distance could not harm me. It felt like a cloud of poison was flying because it sprayed poison all over the body, from the breath to the skin.
The poisonous horse, which had rushed right in front of me in an instant, spewed out a pair of gloves glistening with miasma. The power itself was completely different between simply reading from a distance and pouring miasma directly. The miasma mixed with the tension was terrible enough to turn a normal person into a handful of blood with one breath.
“It’s insignificant.”
I muttered softly. It didn’t mean much to me anyway. Excluding the miasma that doesn’t work at all, the only thing left is a career in burial. If it’s a simple power showdown, there’s no way I’ll be pushed.
Not to mention, there was no need to go to a simple power showdown.
PABABABABAK-
In a fleeting moment, he calmly deflected the poisonous horse’s intestines, which had continued dozens of times, with his gunkongdaenai. The top of his head became hot, and Muhon naturally led the way. As Turo got used to it, the poisonous horse’s gap gradually became visible.
Puck-
Gently cutting off the poisonous horse’s burial, he slammed the chair into his chest.
“Keuuk…!”
With a loud sound, the poison horse spewed sticky blood. It was a bit shallow. In the slowed-down time, I met the eyes of the poison horse staggering back. Dokma’s eyes were constantly trembling.
Woo. The poison horse spat out blood mixed with intestines.
He uttered one word at a time.
“Chen Yugang… Raised a monster…!”
Kugoong- I took a staggering step. The atmosphere vibrated violently.
The light wave of footsteps emitted by the Heavenly Demon’s reign began to dominate the entire space.
While gathering the energy of blood magic, he brushed his palms with a sudden realization. The red energy of the blood magic attack, which had been heavily condensed, turned into light and scattered.
Instead.
He only continued to raise the energy of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Art. The space that had been filled with swaying miasma was suddenly covered with the ink light energy of the Heavenly Demon Singong.
“Heavenly Demon God…?”
Dokma, sensing the energy, widened his eyes.
“Restored…? The perfect Heavenly Demon Sacred Art? That’s impossible! It’s not like the Sicheonma has lived, so how is that possible!”
The poisonous horse, which looked around hastily, spat out words mixed with screams. I inadvertently approached the poison horse. The guy staggered backwards.
“If the Heavenly Demon Singong had been intact, there would have been no birth of a blood bridge. You bastard, what is your true identity…!”
“Didn’t I tell you? The second disciple of the Heavenly Demon, Chen Weigang. That is me.”
“You are lying. That can’t be all. If Chen Weigang had restored the Heavenly Demon Art, the blood bridge would have been erased that day. I can’t stay still like this.”
I don’t know how the ‘original’ Cheonma Shin Gong was like, so poisonous demons came out like that. I had no intention of correcting it.
“Talk too much.”
“Benefit…! Did the old lady look funny because the poison didn’t work?”
He let out an angry sigh and stretched out his hand. It was a surprise stab aimed at my heart.
The movement of the poison horse looked like a fragmented image.
It was faster than before, whether it burns even the Seoncheonji.
That was it.
While avoiding the charging poison horse with just a few steps, I grabbed the guy’s head. Killing them gracefully was a luxury for this guy.
Wood Deuk – I gave strength to the finger that was loaded with the energy of the Heavenly Demon Art. The thing’s head was twisted and pulled straight out of his torso. Blood spattered across his floor, and the vertebrae attached to his head shook.
Is it because of the power he gained while burning his life every minute?
Even though he was a transcendent master and killed Dokma, the giant demon of the previous generation, at once, there was not much emotion than expected.
I grabbed the head of the plucked one and headed to the other side.
A presence was detected beyond the thick protective door.
He grabbed the door with the other hand holding his head. With the power of his hands, he tore off the door of the guard door and threw it aside.
Took. I threw the spine-shaking head roughly into the darkness.
“Heeheeeee…!”
A frightened old man’s scream was heard.
“Come out.”
With a subdued tone, I looked straight ahead and said.
